【#小學(xué)三年級(jí)# #供三年級(jí)小朋友欣賞的美文【三篇】#】周作人最早從西方引入“美文”的概念，于1921年發(fā)表《美文》，提倡“記述的”、“藝術(shù)的”敘事抒情散文，“給新文學(xué)開(kāi)辟出一塊新土地”。王統(tǒng)照、傅斯年、胡適等曾撰文起而應(yīng)和，冰心、朱自清、郁達(dá)夫、俞平伯、徐志摩和周作人自己等一大批作家富有成效的拓荒，徹底打破了美文不能用白話的迷信。美文作為一種獨(dú)立文體的地位遂得以在文學(xué)確立。以下是®無(wú)憂考網(wǎng)整理的相關(guān)資料，希望幫助到您。

【篇一】

　　會(huì)抒情的人內(nèi)心是極其柔軟的，如風(fēng)中楊柳，雨中浮萍，帶著那么深的柔意。自身的多愁善感注定了對(duì)萬(wàn)物所持有的特殊感情。那么深，那么認(rèn)真。用心去體會(huì)每件事物的每一個(gè)細(xì)節(jié)。把心交給自然，讓自然寫(xiě)上屬于你的詩(shī)。

　　曾幾何時(shí)，幻想著自己身處竹樓，躺在竹椅之上，透過(guò)碎花窗簾映襯下的干凈的窗，欣賞那邊的海洋。曾幾何時(shí)，幻想著自己化身古人，忘情的奔跑于自然，讓身上的長(zhǎng)袍隨風(fēng)而起，飄飛欲仙。曾幾何時(shí)，幻想著自己站立于高山之顛，任風(fēng)吹起凌亂的頭發(fā)，看浮云從腳下流逝。用心去構(gòu)造自己的舞臺(tái)，這，就是抒情。

　　人世的浮華固主了許多人的夢(mèng)，擁有詩(shī)意般的心境，卻失去了夢(mèng)的翅膀，只能在塵世徘徊。偶爾發(fā)呆，試圖挽回自己的夢(mèng)，哪怕只有萬(wàn)分之一的機(jī)會(huì)。但卻總是徒勞無(wú)功。佛曰：四大皆空。但我們卻總是被生活絆倒，被現(xiàn)實(shí)逼退，從而抓不住夢(mèng)的翅膀，到不了心中的圣地。柔柔的心境是每個(gè)人都具備的，每個(gè)人都是詩(shī)人，在人生旅行中寫(xiě)出屬于自己的詩(shī)。有時(shí)，我們也會(huì)感嘆自己的杰出，產(chǎn)生自我崇拜。但，再剛強(qiáng)的人也有柔軟的一刻，那，是我們最真的時(shí)候，抓住那一刻吧，那一刻，為自己而活。那一刻，感覺(jué)自己真得是『一個(gè)人』。

　　到了新環(huán)境，不是每個(gè)人都能很快就適應(yīng)的，所以，我們會(huì)在夜晚突然醒來(lái)，會(huì)在生病時(shí)偷偷心酸，會(huì)有那一刻的荒野無(wú)燈。那一刻，很孤獨(dú)，很無(wú)助，很迷惘，很想，消失。人是社會(huì)的人。所以，我們終究不能脫離集體。雖然很難受，可，畢竟只有“那一刻”。過(guò)去了，就好了！我們并非沒(méi)有朋友，最快樂(lè)的便是把自己的不快樂(lè)寫(xiě)下來(lái)，看看朋友們的評(píng)論，靜靜體會(huì)那種不存在距離的友誼。我們并非沒(méi)有家人，打個(gè)電話給媽媽吧，即使你是男孩。脆弱的時(shí)候，能做的不是自己一個(gè)人躺在被窩。學(xué)會(huì)分享，快樂(lè)，或者悲傷。

　　抒發(fā)感情的方式很多的，音樂(lè)，舒緩的歌，會(huì)賜與你一顆平靜的心。不善于分享的朋友，試一試這個(gè)方法吧。我們沒(méi)有必要被那一刻的孤獨(dú)打敗，過(guò)去了，就好。不是嗎。送給自己和朋友，別被『那一刻』打��！

　　

【篇二】

　　When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"-but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub. 　　My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream （I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said）， and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. 　　Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person"-still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. 　　Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. 　　There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. 　　I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her". They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers". You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed "No, Daddy. Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. 　　You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" 　　They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you-that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream…or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. 　　I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" 　　Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. 　　And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

【篇三】

　　有人覺(jué)得你不夠好

　　只是因?yàn)樗�不適合你

　　好不好是一件

　　相對(duì)而言的事情

　　每個(gè)人身上

　　都一定有優(yōu)點(diǎn)

　　問(wèn)題是

　　有誰(shuí)會(huì)發(fā)現(xiàn)

　　有誰(shuí)會(huì)欣賞

　　有誰(shuí)真的需要

　　所以

　　感情說(shuō)到底

　　就是合適

　　不合適的問(wèn)題

　　能讀懂你的人

　　才會(huì)真正的適合你

　　的愛(ài)人

　　就是可以包容你

　　欣賞你和懂你的那個(gè)